Donuts
Fandom: Crossover (Law and Order: SVU, CSI, Without a Trace, Cold Case.)
Pairing: Olivia Benson/Catherine Willows/Sara Sidle/Samantha Spade/Lilly Rush,
Summary: A playful look at what might take place if these women attended a law enforcement conference together.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of these women or the shows.
The 10th annual “Women in Law Enforcement” Conference was being held at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas. Open to women working in investigations, forensics, patrol, detention, and homicide, the week long event had gone off without a hitch. That is until…
“Ok. Seriously, guys, who took ‘em?”
Pursing her lips together and wearing a long leather jacket, she flashed her shield and yelled:
“I need some help over here! I’m Detective Olivia Benson, NYPD Special Victims’ Unit...”
“…and?”
A much younger blonde strolled by to survey the scene. As she moved closer, she suddenly tripped and landed on her knees.
Olivia rushed over and dropped to the floor. “No, no, no, no, no.” She tenderly cupped the blonde’s face in her hands. “It’s ok. It’s going to be ok. Stay with me, sweetie. Someone call 911. I need a bus now!”
“Whoa, calm down. I forgot how much your show over-dramatizes things.”
“What?”
As she stood up, she pointed to an empty space at the far right table. “Never mind. What you’d lose anyway, a box of donuts?”
The woman could barely contain her grin, as Olivia fought for the right retort.
“Of course, if the NYPD can’t handle the case, you can always call the FBI. Wait…I’m already here. Do you want to file a missing pastry report?”
Olivia’s neck twitched, her nostrils flared, and her complexion changed to a pissed off shade of scarlet.
“What’s going on here?”
A red headed woman confidently appeared with her sunglasses resting on the top of her head.
“Catherine Willows, Investigator Supervisor, Las Vegas Crime Lab. You guys want to take this somewhere private?”
“I’m Olivia Benson…”
”Yes, I heard, NYPD, Special Victims’ Unit. You were pretty clear on that one.”
Catherine turned to the unknown blonde. “And you are?”
“Agent Samantha Spade, FBI.”
Olivia snorted while absent mindedly tapping her foot, and muttered:
“Couldn’t make it on the streets so you had to be a paper pusher…”
“Right. Well, at least I don’t constantly change my hairstyle to keep everyone guessing about my sexuality.”
Catherine put on her sunglasses and grabbed each woman by the shoulders:
“That’s it, ladies. This show is being moved to a new stage.”
****
“What the hell is going on? Clearly, you guys are upset about more than just stolen donuts.”
Catherine sat down between the women, and dramatically removed her sunglasses.
Turning her back to isolate Olivia, Samantha began her explanation.
“I’m a former NYPD cop and Olivia and I had a thing. It was red hot for the first two weeks, and ice cold for the last four months. She met the new District Attorney…what’s her name again? Allie, Ellie….”
“Alex.”
Olivia shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “Oh, stop it, Sam. Quit trying to be the center of attention.”
“I knew someone just like that. Once.”
All three women turned to see where the voice was coming from. A 40-ish female detective slowly walked through the door, wearing a wrinkled white blouse and a cheap black suit with photographs bunched together in the back pocket. The dark circles under her eyes were reminiscent of small craters, and her thick black eye makeup made her eyes appear slightly closed. The woman’s blonde hair was pinned up by who-knows-what, and wiry strands looked like they never experienced a close encounter with a brush.
As she turned to face the ladies a small yellowish egg fell from her hair.
“Who’s the bird’s nest?” Samantha whispered.
Catherine turned to conceal her laughter.
“I’m Lilly Rush, Philadelphia PD, cold case division.”
Olivia jumped up to shake her hand.
“Detective Olivia…” she began.
“Benson, NYPD Special Victims’ Unit.” Samantha and Catherine finished.
Realizing she was outnumbered, Olivia returned to her chair.
“So, Detective Rush?” Catherine began.
“Oh, please. Everyone calls me Lilly.”
She stared off in the distance when she spoke, as if directing her statements to an invisible being,
“You seeing anything, Lilly?”
“What? No, No. I just solved a case, and I’ve gotten use to the victims following me around for a few days. After everything is wrapped up in a perfect package, a song usually plays in my head. You know…something like “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” or “Landslide…”
The blank stare returned, and Samantha couldn’t help but whisper:
“She sees dead people!”
Catherine and Olivia grinned, as Lilly began humming the chorus of “I Hope You Dance.”
The door opened, and a young brunette bounced in, grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh there you are, Cath, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Olivia attempted to jump up, but was quickly dismissed by the newcomer.
“I know, I know, ‘Detective Olivia Benson, NYPD, Special Victims’ Unit’. I’ve heard.”
Catherine strolled over to give Sara a quick kiss, and a box of donuts was placed in her hands.
“Umm Sara?”
“They’re chocolate frosted cake donuts! I swiped them before anyone would notice. They’re your favorite, right?”
Feedback is very much appreciated!
Pairing: Olivia Benson/Catherine Willows/Sara Sidle/Samantha Spade/Lilly Rush,
Summary: A playful look at what might take place if these women attended a law enforcement conference together.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of these women or the shows.
The 10th annual “Women in Law Enforcement” Conference was being held at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas. Open to women working in investigations, forensics, patrol, detention, and homicide, the week long event had gone off without a hitch. That is until…
“Ok. Seriously, guys, who took ‘em?”
Pursing her lips together and wearing a long leather jacket, she flashed her shield and yelled:
“I need some help over here! I’m Detective Olivia Benson, NYPD Special Victims’ Unit...”
“…and?”
A much younger blonde strolled by to survey the scene. As she moved closer, she suddenly tripped and landed on her knees.
Olivia rushed over and dropped to the floor. “No, no, no, no, no.” She tenderly cupped the blonde’s face in her hands. “It’s ok. It’s going to be ok. Stay with me, sweetie. Someone call 911. I need a bus now!”
“Whoa, calm down. I forgot how much your show over-dramatizes things.”
“What?”
As she stood up, she pointed to an empty space at the far right table. “Never mind. What you’d lose anyway, a box of donuts?”
The woman could barely contain her grin, as Olivia fought for the right retort.
“Of course, if the NYPD can’t handle the case, you can always call the FBI. Wait…I’m already here. Do you want to file a missing pastry report?”
Olivia’s neck twitched, her nostrils flared, and her complexion changed to a pissed off shade of scarlet.
“What’s going on here?”
A red headed woman confidently appeared with her sunglasses resting on the top of her head.
“Catherine Willows, Investigator Supervisor, Las Vegas Crime Lab. You guys want to take this somewhere private?”
“I’m Olivia Benson…”
”Yes, I heard, NYPD, Special Victims’ Unit. You were pretty clear on that one.”
Catherine turned to the unknown blonde. “And you are?”
“Agent Samantha Spade, FBI.”
Olivia snorted while absent mindedly tapping her foot, and muttered:
“Couldn’t make it on the streets so you had to be a paper pusher…”
“Right. Well, at least I don’t constantly change my hairstyle to keep everyone guessing about my sexuality.”
Catherine put on her sunglasses and grabbed each woman by the shoulders:
“That’s it, ladies. This show is being moved to a new stage.”
****
“What the hell is going on? Clearly, you guys are upset about more than just stolen donuts.”
Catherine sat down between the women, and dramatically removed her sunglasses.
Turning her back to isolate Olivia, Samantha began her explanation.
“I’m a former NYPD cop and Olivia and I had a thing. It was red hot for the first two weeks, and ice cold for the last four months. She met the new District Attorney…what’s her name again? Allie, Ellie….”
“Alex.”
Olivia shifted uncomfortably in her chair. “Oh, stop it, Sam. Quit trying to be the center of attention.”
“I knew someone just like that. Once.”
All three women turned to see where the voice was coming from. A 40-ish female detective slowly walked through the door, wearing a wrinkled white blouse and a cheap black suit with photographs bunched together in the back pocket. The dark circles under her eyes were reminiscent of small craters, and her thick black eye makeup made her eyes appear slightly closed. The woman’s blonde hair was pinned up by who-knows-what, and wiry strands looked like they never experienced a close encounter with a brush.
As she turned to face the ladies a small yellowish egg fell from her hair.
“Who’s the bird’s nest?” Samantha whispered.
Catherine turned to conceal her laughter.
“I’m Lilly Rush, Philadelphia PD, cold case division.”
Olivia jumped up to shake her hand.
“Detective Olivia…” she began.
“Benson, NYPD Special Victims’ Unit.” Samantha and Catherine finished.
Realizing she was outnumbered, Olivia returned to her chair.
“So, Detective Rush?” Catherine began.
“Oh, please. Everyone calls me Lilly.”
She stared off in the distance when she spoke, as if directing her statements to an invisible being,
“You seeing anything, Lilly?”
“What? No, No. I just solved a case, and I’ve gotten use to the victims following me around for a few days. After everything is wrapped up in a perfect package, a song usually plays in my head. You know…something like “Total Eclipse of the Heart,” or “Landslide…”
The blank stare returned, and Samantha couldn’t help but whisper:
“She sees dead people!”
Catherine and Olivia grinned, as Lilly began humming the chorus of “I Hope You Dance.”
The door opened, and a young brunette bounced in, grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh there you are, Cath, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Olivia attempted to jump up, but was quickly dismissed by the newcomer.
“I know, I know, ‘Detective Olivia Benson, NYPD, Special Victims’ Unit’. I’ve heard.”
Catherine strolled over to give Sara a quick kiss, and a box of donuts was placed in her hands.
“Umm Sara?”
“They’re chocolate frosted cake donuts! I swiped them before anyone would notice. They’re your favorite, right?”
Feedback is very much appreciated!